And the Oscar goes to: Toy Story 3! (Disclaimer: I have not seen The King’s Speech.) I did however finally recently view the last hurrah in the Toy Story journey. And for those who know me at all, yes, I did indeed, cry.
I knew I would, of course. I have loved the whole gang, Woody, Buzz, Hamm and Andy. I vividly remember seeing the first edition, Toy Story in the movie theatre with my father and brother. It was marvelous. I enjoyed it then for the technology and the creativity in using toys to tell a story.
But here is my point: The concept of the movie itself was a children’s story. Well, obviously Richard … it was about toys! That is not what I mean. Put simply, children believe to the very fiber of their being that their toys are real, whether it is their voices in the doll-house or the toys playing house all by themselves.
That is the great thing about kids: Their imagination is limitless, without boundaries, free of rules and completely open to any possibility. Adults aren’t quite like that. We’ve been conditioned to censor our imagination and belief that our toys are real … or that the even could be.
AS the movie neared it’s crescendo, I thought to all my toys I grew up with. Thankfully I am still in possession of two of my favorites: my first teddy bear and my Glo-Worm. I don’t remember them entirely, but each time I see them, the take me back to a time when my imagination and creativity came to me, unfiltered and uninhibited.
That is how life is meant to be lived and in honor of Woody, Buzz and all my toys, I’m going to vow to be uninhibited the rest of the week and just see what happens. Anything is Possible, right?
